The devil's Enigmatic bride

(Chapter - 34)

After a moment of silence, Maya finally spoke. “When you said sleep, did you mean intimacy?”

Vidyut turned towards her at once, his face void of any discernible emotion as usual. Under the faint moonlight filtering through the window, he looked dangerously attractive, his features sharp and imposing. The burning cigar between his strong fingers, coupled with the thick cloud of smoke swirling around him, gave him an aura of mystery—dark and captivating.

His eyes swept over Maya with cold detachment before he spoke, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "Are you looking to use me, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania? I know someone drugged you. Do you intend to use me as an outlet for your desires?"

Maya lowered her head slightly, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Yes, something like that," she replied softly.

Vidyut stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray, his movements measured. He said nothing as he untied the knot of his night robe, stepping closer to her with deliberate intent. His gaze never left her.

He stood inches from Maya, his hand finding its place on her waist. His fingers lingered there, firm yet teasing, as he stared into her eyes. “I am a dangerous man to use," he murmured. "If you choose this path, you will regret it."

Maya, eyes locked on his, smiled again, her voice unyielding. "I've already made my choice."

Without another word, Vidyut pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. “So you’re ready to surrender yourself to me?”

Maya didn’t respond, but her actions spoke for her. She bit her lip, her fists clutching the fabric of his night robe. The intoxicating mix of the drug and Vidyut’s nearness overwhelmed her senses. The strong, masculine scent of him—a blend of alcohol and something uniquely his own—drew her in, making it harder to think clearly.

Vidyut’s hand slipped beneath her shirt, his touch sending a wave of heat through her. Her body responded immediately, all her resistance fading. She sighed softly, her head falling against his chest. "Are you going to help me or not?" Her voice was barely a whisper, weak and impatient, betraying her vulnerability. "Just give me a yes or no."

Vidyut knew exactly what was happening to her. He understood her pain, her torment, and yet he remained unmoved—calm, calculated.

Running his fingers through her hair, he inhaled deeply before responding in a chilling tone, “You came to me willingly. Whatever happens tomorrow, remember, it’s you who will bear the consequences, Mrs. Maya Vidyut Singhania.”

Maya, overwhelmed by the drug’s effect, struggled to fully grasp his words. Vidyut’s hand slid down from her waist to the small of her back, each movement a deliberate play on her dwindling strength.

She looked up at him, her gaze hazy yet intense. Their faces mere inches apart, she looped her arms around his neck.

Their eyes met—his deep, piercing blue, hers warm and hazel, clouded with desire. For the first time, Maya initiated the kiss, her lips brushing against his with a softness that surprised even her.

The unexpected touch of her lips caused Vidyut to tense for a moment. His grip on her waist tightened, and then, all at once, his restraint snapped. He kissed her back with an intensity that left no room for hesitation.

Clothes were discarded in the heat of the moment. Vidyut carried Maya to the bed, their lips never parting as he laid her down gently. Her body arched beneath him, her mind surrendering to the intoxication, and the primal need for release.

Under the soft glow of the room's light, Vidyut took in the sight of her, each inch of her bare skin exposed. His kiss deepened, hands entwining with hers as he pressed her wrists against the bed, claiming her completely.

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